Pagan Metal. A vast battlefield. On one side we have the true vikings, experienced warriors who enjoy their metal blackened, sophisticated and at times melancholic, the kind of metal Moonsorrow, Primordial and Bathory play or have played. And on the other side we have the younger generation, armed with plastic weapons and war paint, attracted by skalds like Equilibrium, Ensiferum and Turisas with their joyous melodies and their drinking songs. This faction may lack in experience, but thanks to the pagan hype of the last few years they easily make up for it with their sheer number. Nothing but spite for each other these two forces face each other, pretty much like in a wall of death. And as in every wall of death there are always some idiots who refuse to take sides and rather stand in the middle where the two forces are gonna crash into each other...

A fucking epic masterpiece. Finsterforst stabs you with a extreme folk metal stake in the heart. Listening to this album for the 59th time, i still have an epicness overdose. shit. im high off Finsterforst \m/